Halloween.

The streets are alive. Screams, chatter, rowdy drunk people left and right. Your friends convinced you to go out with them, even amidst all of the Ghostface killings lately. But you said yes, and you found yourself in a party full of people you don’t know.

And for some reason, there’s a man in that mask looking right at you. He’s in the back of the party, head tilted observing you.

A weird feeling settles upon you. Could it really be the killer, or an idiot in the mask?